Dream Seller

You give me a fistful pain,
I shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue and green.
which one you need, dear soul?

V@@S..

Triad

The lidless nights
depart with an unjust you;
utterly unjust between
the moments of 'Us'.

Some dreams are
miserably chromatic,
so I have spared
a little more 
darkness
for you.

One day, I may need
to bedim my face
with the oddments left
and---
I shall cipher love into silence.

V@@S..

Cactus

You may come one day
to bear the thorns of my sins
on your soft palms
and me, to satiate your thirsty soul again.

V@@S..

Road

I Presume
that I walk alone
but still I see,
a road
constantly
walking with me.

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Rain

This Rain

won’t sing for me
as long as these tears

adhere to your ruthful eyes.

Store

Now

I am tired of
this emptiness,

mute walls,

table clock and

poetry books,
those; one day

had a store of "You"
in a stubborn me.

Rendezvous

Crusade smiles-
Timid eyes-
Muffled words-

Silence-
Promises-
Adieu.

Raincoat

It's December that always deceives.
Unlike other winters, here I draw a life
into maps; maps of different seasons.
I put aside the winter and hold the rain for me.

Every thing is different with december.
Some dreams are borne neath the blanket
and burnt neath the same,
except a few stolen to sustain my identity
with the Raincoat.
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achromatic

My feelings are hydrophilic,
So 'I' owe a lot to 'YoU'
unlike the insolated
domains around 'Us'.

'I' conceal myself from the summers,
cocoon my head on 'Your' lap
and 'YoU' buy me the colours and rains.

'YoU' had no affinity for colours,
So 'YoU' prefer me to be achromatic

and--

I offer 'YoU' a day
and a million nights

to
live,
muse..
V@@S...

Opacity

The bemused muse
draping her lambent eyes;
beckoning me wistfully,
piercing the eternal opacity
of my withered heart.

Road

How sad
the road lays tonight!
May be, it doesn't like me
walking alone.

Solitude

You extend my existence
beyond infinity
and I confine myself within You.

Sung

I hear
what the words murmur,
do you?

October

Let the stars
yearn tonight
and moon, scream louder.
Blame not the azure sky,
October has passed away.

bewrayed

Ravaged sentience,
quiescent eyes,
cloistered soul,
all grew me up
when You bewrayed.

Except

Blue moon,
pink sky,
green rose,
all I have,
except
You and Love.

Metamorphosed

Transmuting my
aeonian obsessions,
the dusk has polarized
my aberrant move
upto a "Sweet Pain"
called "YoU" .

Depot

When darkness falls,
Solitude enshrouds my little abode
and You croon from the distant window,
I stay mused
bemusingly.

Scouring over the cupboard,
I recollect
those photo albums,
folded letters,
and dried flowers
Buried within me somewhere ,
I could never reach.

Poetry

Wrecked
"Me",
blended with a tingle of
"YoU"
and resolved wistfully
into melodies of "Our" life.

Ghazal

When
Silence resonates
in my murky Island,
Often it rains there on the streets,

The grasshopper sings,
trickling the rain drops too.

and I hum again the
Ghazals of my pain and pleasure.

Shade

This night, so alone!
sobs within it's ire
Could it know,
it holds a void of
"Isolation"
and "I" to fill that
void with full of
"YoU"

Cascade

When
the moon was
landing over the highway
in a calm cold night,
she had come to drench herself
in my solitude.

Sum

Me- The sun of the early dawn.
You- The calm river.
Out come- colorful happiness, reflected all around.

Cross

I follow
the mirage
of your arrival
at the cross, where
your trails meet with
my forlorn eyes.

Redemption

I define a redemption
rear to a mask
I wear
to hide you from the eyes
of my own.

forbidden fruit

I
have
taken that
forbidden fruit
to come out of the
numb life
and your
alive memories.

!ncomplete!

No temples
in sand persist
the waves for the next
and
you can not leave me
in lurch
when my words will yearn
for completeness.

Me

Evoked
within my island of
pleasureand pain,
I sing , I cry
and wait
for a storm to break me apart
and
rain to fix me up again.

Spectre

The
spectre
too has a
perforated heart
against all fantasy
to see you avowed
at its love.

Spectre

The
spectre
too has a
perforated heart
against all fantasy
to see you avowed
at its love.

Surd

I
had
promised
not to cry
but
tears did never listen.

P:S, This one is the first ever poem of mine and first posted over the community Ah, Poetry at Orkut.

Stray Petals

As
memories
swamp every corners of the mind
in this cold engrossing darkness ,
“YoU”
sink there
within the unplugged lines
to reunite the
stray petals of my heart.

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Sound

Cherubic, it's I hear,
mid night foot steps,
the bangle sounds and
all that remained plangent
along the corridors..
--
---
Within the closed pages of the diary,
the less understood lines murmur
when the words get rearranged..



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Life, Love and Inbetween..

Life
I see a null dimension
between a crest and
the adjacent trough.
..
You know,
I know,
They too know

--(that)--
A wave propagates ;
if and only if
a medium is there.

Love
I wont hesitate
to break that vessel of clay
made by my own.
"You" have to believe
that the same hand which
writes a poetry for "You"
can press "Your" neck
tight too.

And... In Between
I have died once,
twice,
thrice
and I am still alive
to die once more.

V@@S..

School Bag

School Bag

A rough note,
geometry box,
coverless books,
broken chalk pieces,
a little kite,
inkless refills,
a clay toy,
a cricket ball,
crumpled paper boats,
childhood innocence,
erased memories,
sleepless nights,
twenty four years,
---
I have immured all
in that school bag,
I have lost on my way.

V@@S..

Three Candles

 

"We" have three candles to night
unlike four on the other days.

When night feels sleepy,
winter melts at the flare

of Your eyes
and You get tired of staring
at my face,
from Your eyes
I read,
what You need,

"A little darkness,
that lets You
be mine
Inseparably".


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Void

We used to have
uncommon choices.

ball pen-gel pen
rain-winter
red-blue.

My poems never battle
with her novels,
neither her present
with my past.
There, in the shrine
she meditates,
while I muse over
the clouds from the window.
And now,
when darkness intones,
she croons from the urns.
with a scud of whiffs
from the forlorned necropolis.

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Me

I was supposed to be Inorganic,
but how could Insanity
been better proved!

Elopement

One day, shedding
all the inhibitions
we ll elope
to a planet
to moor the music
of your silence
with the
rhymes of my soul.

 

V@@S..

Tomorrow when you ll wake up

Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find the radio
untuned-upset-mute at a corner,
broken bells of the alarm
laying over the floor;
heart, face crimsoned-clotted,
trickling rain drops
clinging the photo frame
and gradually falling down.
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find these worn off papers
from the note books (both from the rough and fair)
flying all around
and words,letters falling apart (Some yours-Some mine),
a narrow line of the ants gathering
to dry up the coffee cup (Some you had sipped and the rest i too had)
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
you ll find an eternal emptiness
rolling from this side of the bed to that side
and shadows of the kisses laying numb over the wrinkled blanket.
----
Tomorrow when you ll wake up,
slothfully, holding the pillow tight
you ll bosom that void, a void of my absence
and gently looking through the window
you ll find the last leaf of love
has fallen apart.

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reverberation

It's "how" that always
succumbs to a "why".
... Renegade "me",
pricked, mended and crystallized
by the satiny shaved solitude
slumbers over the palliasse
of an eternal "You"-ness.
love, prosified.
Sigh!
"You" impaled a lifeless "me". 

 V@@S..